I wanted to showcase one of my favorite poems by Evan Nagle, but alas, my main computer is temporarily down and I can’t access my files. So I’m posting photos of a recent run/hike up Powerline Pass Trail instead. While most of you folks in the Lower 48 are wearing shorts, this is Alaska springtime, hee,… Read More Alaska springtime photos, and no poem
Welcome to Texas. No, I’m not in the second biggest state (Alaska is bigger, hee, hee), but my book is. A friend from my writing group (thanks, Lucian!), spotted Dolls Behaving Badly at the Hudson Bookstore in the Dallas-Fort Worth airport. So. Friggin’. Cool. Big-haired Texans will soon be reading my naughty prose. I love the… Read More I’m in the Dallas-Fort Worth airport, or at least my book is
Maybe it’s because I recently had an essay published about my sister (who died of complications of an eating disorder), or maybe because I spoke to my younger sister yesterday, or maybe because I’m worried about my oldest sister, but I can’t get Adrienne Rich’s Women poem out of my head, especially the last line:… Read More Adrienne Rich, and blueberry vegan muffins
Today my favorite moose showed up in the yard for a visit. It was nice. Moose always make me happy (except when they charge me on the trails). There is something endearing and comical about their long, thin faces, their knobby knees, their lumbering gaits. (Or, homely as a house, as Bishop writes in her… Read More My moose, and Elizabeth Bishop’s The Moose poem
In honor of National Poetry Month I’ve decided to highlight some of my favorite poems and poets. First up, of course, is Anne Sexton (who else could possibly be first?). I came across Sexton in college and it was love at first word. I loved the images that flashed through my mind as I read… Read More Anne Sexton Rosemary Bread, and Her Kind
In the summer when tourists flock up to Alaska and clog the Seward Highway with rental cars and RVs, they always remark on the beauty of Alaska. They tell me lucky I am to live here, how they wish that they lived here, too. How visiting Alaska was their dream. How they will ever, ever… Read More Slogging through the Alaska spring
Cinthia Ritchie 